Don Quijote Novels & Stories

A sigh escaped my lips, already growing tired of the back and forth. My fingers wrapped around a familiar metal tucked behind me, and my gun was retrieved with practiced ease. With the muzzle of my gun pressed against his forehead, I spoke again. “Who? Sent. You?” He was shaking, and every fiber of his being was evidently consumed with fear. He mumbled inaudibly at first before he started to make coherent statements. “It was a man. They call him Don, that's all I know,” he squealed, trying his best to hold back a sob that threatened to escape.

“I just stepped out.” “Tell that—” He halts, glancing around nervously before lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. “Tell that to the Don. I swear, every day I spend in this house I come closer to losing my head.” “He’s just mad that I’m not the obedient servant he wants me to be,” I say. This just confirms my thoughts. He’s spiraling because his doll decided to show a little autonomy. Kane sighs, shaking his head. “Believe what you want to believe, but no one goes this over the top for a servant. The Don wants to see you. Now.”

The dark rooms beyond our bubble grew more ominous as Nox paced a small circle before stopping in front of me. Looming nearer, he replied, "Wrong answer, Miss Collins. I am not helping you. I'm helping myself. That's what I do. What we had in Del Mar..." He gestured between us. "...what we did, that wasn't me, not the me who succeeds in this filthy world. That was the me who believed he'd met a princess who enjoyed being treated like a slut." His lips pressed together as he slowly shook his head. "You deceived me."

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

Although Dante's livestream had made headlines, there were still plenty of sensible netizens. Through Dante's scattered words, internet users quickly pieced together the truth. "So you're saying that this guy held a wedding with his ex-girlfriend while hiding it from his wife?" "This ex-girlfriend screwed him over before, then came crawling back and drove away his real wife!" "I heard that his wife is pregnant too! They had the wedding all prepared when he discovered his ex's true nature. Absolutely hilarious!" The internet was filled with mockery of Dante, crushing his hopes of finding me online. The lovely netizens even formed a volunteer group to protect the original wife, Lily.

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

The acrid smell of cigar smoke clung to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fear that permeated the dimly lit warehouse. Luca Moretti's polished oxfords clicked against the concrete floor as he circled the trembling man kneeling before him. "Now, Antonio," Luca's voice was smooth as silk, belying the danger that lurked beneath. "I thought we had an understanding." Antonio's eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for an escape that didn't exist. "Mr. Moretti, please... I can explain-"

He dusted his hands like he’d just taken out the trash. I stared at him, stunned, heart pounding. “Who are you?” He walked toward me, slow enough not to scare me, eyes steady on mine. Up close, his presence was sharp and quiet, the kind that didn’t need to shout to own a room. “Luca Romano,” he said simply. Romano. The name punched through me like thunder. I’d heard it whispered in Dante’s world. The Romanos weren’t just anyone. They were his rivals. His enemies. The other half of the city’s blood.

she said and looked at the people and the surroundings. “What is it?” he asked, intrigued by her reaction. “It's kinda similar to a fairytale I’ve read to Azura some time ago… It’s called ‘Puss-in-Boots’,” Jacqueline muttered helplessly and, almost smiled when Diego angled a look of incomprehension at her. “Well… Puss-in-Boots is one of the most intelligent cats in the world of fantasy. He wanted to impress the king with the idea that his master was hugely important and rich. So, he pretended all the land they passed belonged to this character he made up called the Marquis of Carabas.”

A tall, older man in his sixties walked in, wearing a cowboy-style jacket, boots, and a wide-brimmed hat. “Hermano,” he said, in English with a thick Italian accent. “Why are you playing alone? You wouldn’t want me to beat you again.” The man at the chessboard smiled. “Santiago. Always a joker.” They laughed. Santiago walked over and picked up a piece. “How are things over there?” the man asked. Santiago nodded. “Very well. She is doing so well, and your nephew’s business is expanding fast.” He poured himself a glass and took a slow sip.